| Master p: tru niggas stand…
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| Silkk (master p echoing): raise your right hand. |
| repeat after me. |
| i
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| Pledge
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| Allegiance, to the game of the united streets of a-fucking-merica. |
| and
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| Not to be fucked with, for which it stands, one nation, under the
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| Dope game, with liberty and money for all. |
| gangstas that is, gangstas
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| That is…
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| Chorus: gangstas make the world go round, gangstas make the world
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| Go round
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| I know, I know
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| Gangstas… round, gangstas. |
| round, you know, you know
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| Gangstas… round, gangstas… round, we know, we know
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| Gangstas… round, gangstas… round
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| Hah! |
| I live and die, so I’m a die by the 9
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| Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
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| Ain’t never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
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| 187, don’t make me whistle, bitch
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| I never know, for sho, picture this
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| Never die, bitch, never die, say a damn thang
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| Canes in the chains, became the dope thang
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| Snortin some cane will make you do some strange thangs
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| I don’t know why I idolize gangstas like tony montana
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| Lucky luciano, probably cause they went out bangin
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| Gangstas like machine gun kelly
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| Rest in peace 2pac, aka makaveli
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| He run the chamber for danger, can’t understand why these strangers
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| Wanna ride with us killas, but they can’t fuck when we hang em
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| Gangstas like kadofy, john fuckin gotti
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| Ain’t fuckin with these snitches cause they got em for his shotty
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| Gangstas
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| Uuuunnnngggghhhh! |
| just a young nigga hangin with the thugs
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| From the ghetto so a nigga learned to slang drugs
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| From ozs, to flip keys
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| Eye blood red shot nigga smokin dank weed
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| And quick to slap a bitch in a minute
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| Fiends better have my money, I mean every penny
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| Youngsta, kickin with the hustlas
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| Fuck school, tryin to serve a clucka
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| And moms, wish she never had me
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| Cause I’m a nigga on the block slangin candy
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| Ready to die for this true shit
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| Takin penetentiary chances tryin to get rich
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| My role models frank nitti, scarface, and john gotti
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| Real gangstas, that’s bout it, bout it
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| Throw your muthafuckin guns up (tru!)
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| Cause I represent gangsta day (uh-huh)
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| A g-a-n-g-s to the t-a
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| Ain’t lookin for no shit but if shit comes (what's up, what’s up)
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| Ready to turn your muthafuckin body numb
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| And fuck the pen, cause if I go to jail again
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| I pop a plea, and I’m free, in 5 to 10 (outee)
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| A nigga talk shit so I banged and I step
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| Another notch upon my rep (killa)
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| Like the last tape a nigga say fuck you hoes
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| Now I’m turnin bustas, into john does
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| I’m the nigga with tru upon my back (c-murder)
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| A gangsta that’s strapped so you can’t jack
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| Ain’t nuthin but killas on my team, (soldiers)
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| And I’m hangin with the shocker and the ice cream
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| Beware, my mental status is flawed, (crazy)
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| Start bangin and muthafuckas get lost
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| You got drama with this muthafuckin tru click? |
| (uh-oh, uh-oh)
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| Big worm, this nigga need his wig split
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| Take him to the river, cut his head off (cut it)
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| Target practice for my goddam sawed off
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| That’s how we handle shit, in my town
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| Cause gangstas make the muthafuckin world go round
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| Round and round you go
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| Now tell me who’s the realest muthafucka that you know
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| Black lucianio, hangin niggas out the window
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| Like a fat pig and? |
| ferejano?
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| Winnin gun battles like geronimo
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| Say hello to my new friend, mr. |
| mac-10
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| With the infrared grin, I can’t pretend
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| Who I be, the s-e-r-v aka billy badgate
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| Jack you for your safe, with guns in your daughters face
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| Catchin chase for my case for murder, you ain’t never heard of a
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| Nigga, with nuts big like bison
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| Unified, gangstafied champ like tyson, world introducin
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| Young billy blast em up, I gives a fuck, all about my double up
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| Catchin bubble up, now I’m here to let you know
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| Bitch you better give it up
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| Don’t lay it down, I’ll make your world go round
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| Tru niggas make the world go round
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| Gangstas make the world go round (repeat 2x)
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| Chorus and fade |